It’s a Physical Game

Confession: I don’t have a TV. One compelling reason: It would always be tuned to the mother of all sports news shows (you know which one I’m talking about). I don’t even enjoy the format of the show anymore, but I would tune in anyway because it feels like the font of all things happening…

One Hell of a Match + A Touch of the Divine

In honor of the longest men’s singles Grand Slam final, in which Novak Djokovic defeated Rafael Nadal in just under six hours to win the 2012 Australian Open, here is a link to an essay about…Roger Federer. Yes, the Federer-Nadal rivalry isn’t what it used to be (i.e., Federer lost to Nadal in the Australian…

D-III Love

I have a soft-spot for Division III athletics, and I would be remiss not to give a digital shout-out to the University of Chicago, where fun comes to die, and where players come to flat-out PLAY. (Watch for Phil the Phoenix at :21. Phil is the in-the-flesh mascot, though UChicago’s official name is the Maroons….

With Apologies to Vecsey, Lipsyte, Jenkins, et al.

As much as I am not a wonk about a particular sport or team, I am also not a wonk about the sportswriting* greats. I can drop names (see above; see also: Heinz, Liebling, Rice, Smith, Plimpton, Halberstam, Deford), but I know no one writer’s repertoire inside out. I have no one favorite. But I…

Cold Off the Bench

The thing about being called off the bench is that you’re seldom prepared for it. In theory, you should be ready to jump out of your skin (or tear-away pants) when you’re called upon. After all, you warmed up before tip-off and took some jumpers in the minutes between the locker room and the start…